Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', whas
You got to love this nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
'Bout to lace this game,
Do it the way we do it with E 4 0, Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad
niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I see it no other way

I mines, Hot Boys
up my whole click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate niggaz
Then come where yo' momma, lay down and in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that
Hooded up dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion

I'm all about that luxury, I'm also
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' fuckin' me
I'ma be fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
a lot of niggaz out here gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys

Freezer burn on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(Look at me)

I'm like that, like that, what?
I'm like that, it's like
(Look at me)

Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin'
With a case of cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout down, right next to me is the call from the frogs

Sound system on
Puffin' on the almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' trees the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

I don't associate or surround with C.I.'s
Confidential snitches affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be it real tough
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers,

Gangsters, that might not even look like
With trophies up they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Man, it's like neighborhood shit a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some
inside when I ride bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes Limo tints

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich,
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a
Shine, tape got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these back to time slick
So nigga slap bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
So nigga, fuck that bitch, her suck yo' dick

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can call me
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull over on the grass, they want my
I off ki's, I get my G's
I my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us, boi, go

E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys,

and the HB's in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the number one
Baby, Gold, ya heard me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
It's off the heezy, Beyotch